One Thanksgiving, when I was eight years old, my brother rushed into the room out of nowhere, sobbing hysterically to our dad, "my stomach hurts so much". A moment later I heard the most loudest man fart. Even our dad looked impressed. His sobbing turned into a cherry grin. "I feel better" he chirped and went off to play with Lego, leaving me and my dad to just stare at each other in astonishment.